Pocket of Thoughts™ by Saint Akanji

    I dream That the Labour of our heroes past shall not be in vain.   That Passion for the nation will become a population obsession.   That love will dilute hate. Respect will become a prized virtue. Excellence as an habit.   That no longer shall we think of the good for ourselves and our family alone but we help others to get ahead.   That we will rise above the various pockets of ethnological and parochial interest to embrace unity of purpose.   That religion will give way for meritocracy. That the barrenness of busy living will bow to effectiveness.   That the true definition of honour will mean more than titles.   That the very ropes of patriotism and national sentiment that bound us together will remain unbroken   That government at all levels will become astutely responsible.   That inspite of the Godless v...

Image Credit: Google   Right now, I feel very lazy to write. This is an unusual feeling. The truth is that I have suddenly become a Twitter-Junkie. These days, I spend more time on twitter and other channels dropping comments or articulating few thoughts. In most cases, I only type not more than 10 lines. Well, it’s good to be here again and this time I will be writing more than 10 lines. This is moreso because I am going to be writing about love. Yes! LOVE. I will be writing about something that I really really LOVE. It's an idea. It's a place. It is NIGERIA. I love Nigeria and I'm deeply unapologetic about this. How can I not love her? She has such a very big heart. In one of my memoirs for her, I once adored her beauty. Oh! She is a beauty in the Sahara. Her undulating plateaus, the Delta, the Olumo, Yankari, Ogbunike Cave and many more. If you haven't met a Nigerian, I am sorry to inform you that you have such a limited experience in life. Nigerians a...